Monday 14 July 2014

Belonging

Winnipeg Folk Festival

The other day Phil and I spent the evening at the Winnipeg Folk Festival.  For those of you not from the prairies, the Winnipeg Folk Festival is an annual event, that features a variety of folk music artists from around the world as well as local artists performing in front of an outdoor audience of tens of thousands.  It was my first time and I loved it!  



Alex with the cousins
It was evident that I didn’t share all of the same values and lifestyle with many in the audience, but the focus was not on our differences but the great music, the people we were with (in our case Phil’s younger brother and his family) and the magic that is part of a beautiful summer evening.


I’ve often wondered what it means to belong. Have I ever belonged somewhere?
I grew up as an American kid in France. I married Phil, a Canadian who grew up in 

Celebrating Germany's World Cup win!!!
Germany, we fell in love in Switzerland, got married in the US and together had 3 children in a beautiful mountain village in the Alps of Austria.  With an international, mixed up background like the one we have, is it even possible to belong?
                

Rollkuchen & Watermelon 
So this year, living in Steinbach, Manitoba, a mostly Mennonite community where if your last name is either Penner, Wiebe, Epp, Friesen, Reimer, Loewen, …..or Peters, you are definitely connected and belong,  has been very different. This state of belonging is new for me. The “third-culture-kid” side of me might tend to feel boxed in by this, but there is a side of me that finds comfort in it, and enjoys all that comes with that “being a part of”: things like family reunions, eating wareneki and farmer sausage, or rollkuchen and watermelon on a hot summer day. Or feeling like you are related to almost everybody and going to a church, which emphasizes loving Jesus, others and living a life of simplicity and peace.



The contrast of the strong connectivity of belonging to a cultural heritage and the “free, everything goes” of an evening at the Folk Festival pretty much sums up how I have experienced this year in Canada. 
The large, open expanse of the prairies, with the population density of 2 people/sq.km  seems to welcome a diverse group of people with a free “come as you are, you are welcome here” spirit .  On the other hand, the close, strong relationship you can have with your “heritage group” gives you a feeling of balance and a place to anchor yourself, so as to not get lost in these endless prairies.

A farewell gift from the church "mission sisters"
Thank you to all those this year who have let us come as we are….we are a “strange breed”; our mixed up Euro/Can/US background, the choice to live a life based on our faith in God, and  being spokes-people for the work we feel called to do may have felt like an imposition to some of you at times. We’re sorry if this is the case.  We have been truly enriched and blessed by you.  Thank you for your acceptance, time, listening ear and your actions that many times have spoken much louder than words (just got a phone call from someone wanting to drop off some pizza for tonight’s supper). We hope that in connecting with you we have encouraged you along your road as we also have been encouraged by you. We truly have enjoyed belonging.




Tuesday 1 July 2014

Beauty out of Brokenness



There is hardly a day that goes by that I am not confronted with the brokenness of this world.

Families living off the garbage dumps in Zimbabwe
I sat with Phil in a Michael BublĂ© concert the other night and found I had tears running down my face as I listened to the opening band sing a remake of the song “Fix You” by Cold Play. That is so what my heart wants to do with the pain in this world, just fix it! As I sat there and listened to that moving song, pictures and thoughts flew through my head of pain, misery, despair….. the memory of an Aboriginal man sleeping in his own urine under a street bench in downtown Winnipeg… 


so many children!!
remembering what Phil shared about 600 families living off a garbage dump in Zimbabwe, drinking its run-off water, with no options of education for their children…. the 10-year-old girl who didn’t show up for her Open Schools literacy lesson because she had to “work” so that she could eat that day…



 yesterday Michael sending us a picture in a text message of his “soccer boys” who live in the favela of Sao Paulo, happy smiling faces, but crying out for someone to notice them.



Michael and his futbol boys in Brazil



It’s everywhere, and what overwhelms and discourages me is the feeling of not having solutions, or feeling like the solutions that may exist will rarely make a difference.
Maybe believing that we might have solutions is a mistake. How often have I asked my husband not to try to fix my problem, but simply to listen and to walk along side me.

Can I believe that the path out of some broken, disregarded, cracked lives is maybe not a quick fix, but a re-directing, a new departure point on a journey. 

When I took a wrong turn on my way to pick up Phil from the Winnipeg airport last week I’m so glad the GPS didn’t tell me “You idiot, that’s it, your finished, I give up on you.  No, the screen goes blank, and after a couple of seconds I can read a hopeful …“recalculating”.  Then it picks up my location and shows me a new route. 

Maybe the best we can do is help our neighbor with some “recalculating” on the GPS of their life, or better yet, walk along side them on the journey: writing that letter, making that phone call, volunteering in that center, fighting for the poor, or writing that check.


I went to the Thrift Store a week ago and picked up these discarded old jars.  Who knows how long they had been sitting there. They were definitely nothing special to look at.

Thrift Store finds...


One of the many thrift stores here in Manitoba

 A good friend of mine, who has an eye to see the potential for beauty in things that I wouldn’t, had an idea. We took them, painted them with 6 different coats of paint, then started sanding them down. 

My thrift store finds!

Jars "in process" 








The end product!


Wow… with a little work and attention each one started looking different, each beautiful in its own “vintage” way, and eventually each with a different purpose: a vase, a candle holder, a display, a container…. and it was a ton of fun!




Cracks..


The sun breaking through the clouds on my run yesterday



My hearts desire is that we would be moved but not discouraged by all the cracks we see in the world.  As my brother-in-law reminded me yesterday:

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen.

The beautiful children of South Africa learning to read



 I believe in a God that has an unbelievable love for discarded, broken jars, street kids in the favelas of Brazil, the disregarded children living on the garbage dumps of Zimbabwe, the homeless neighbors in our cities…. us.  It is what he gave his life for.

What can ultimately be more beautiful and powerful than the eyes of a father seeing through the brokenness in his children to their true beauty.


Yeah a goal!!












 "But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." 2 Cor 4:7